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Manaswi Priya Poem
From the moment I get up I have
These familiar doubts. About me
And my face and my body and my image and
The reflection I see everyday
In the mirror beside my bed. To when
I get out and into the bath, and
See those too many scars - stretch marks and
Acne and all that hair
And hearing those curses for not being fair
Like the perfect ladies perceived in mind.
The thought of a fat brunette isn’t kind
To the standards set up by society
And the norms and confinement.
We ain’t no consignment
For you to handle or your
Standards to uphold. The cage is rattling
Open the door.
For the next time I see myself in the mirror
I see beauty and not a lair-
Nor a race to be won- just a simple woman
Admiring herself free from judgement,
Gliding her hands over each
Imperfection. Hair fragrant eyes gleaming,
Loving all that she’s seeing
Wanting nothing more now
From you, them or the world beyond.
My eyes adorning me, the brilliancy
This should be the reflection I see.
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Manaswi Priya Poem
Freckles and spots more than stars in the sky
Scars and marks visible to the eye
From farther away or close by
No matter what I hold my head high
Many are redder than some
Few like the sun
Deep set dark hue
On the verge of turning blue
My face is a canvas
Red pink dianthus
Globe artichoke
Poetry in every stroke
It's a painting, a night
Over the city lights
The outline, the carvings
It highlights
The moon at daybreak
Visible in half concealing
Craters on its surface
Valleys in Darjeeling
Bumpy, textured, covered in haze
The clear horizon may be cloudy on days
Nature and its mysterious ways
The Celeste reflects in the stars on my face
Copyright © Manaswi Priya | Year Posted 2022
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Manaswi Priya Poem
Voices in my head
Grumping softly, slowly
Creeping me this way
Whispers unholy
Telling me things I know I shan’t hear
A 3D simulation around my ear
Asking things of me
I’m not capable of
Sending chills down my spine
Fear fits me like a glove
I know not what to do
To obey them or act askew
For the creeps that they give me
I find no equal
I look in the mirror
And my reflection is deceitful
There’s fury in my eyes
Rage I don’t know where was born
As if every moment a part of my soul dies
Was it ever alive, I don’t recall
My skin looks pale
Probably the days I went without eating
Couldn’t bear the pain
I could hear my heart beating
Threatening to burst out of my chest
Maybe that would finally put me to rest
The whispers go on
Scarring my soul
I try to avoid them
But I miserably fail
Goosebumps on my skin
Ware me of sin
Voices in my head
Grumping softly, slowly
Creeping me this way
Whispers unholy
Copyright © Manaswi Priya | Year Posted 2021
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